The Patient Will Live

I went to see Dr. S for a physical today for the first time in over three years. He had been my doc for several years, and I always found him to be the kind of doc I liked and could trust. Shortly after he completed my last full physical exam in late 2002, I switched insurance plans and haven't been able to see him since. But when my current plan announced it would cover his clinic as of the start of this year, I jumped at the chance to make an appointment to see Dr. S again.

Since I'm at home this long weekend tending to the girls while Mrs. Muzzy is working, my F.I.L. came over this afternoon to watch the ever-lovely three year-old LK for me. I drove downtown, found a free parking spot just down the street, made my way up to the second-floor clinic offices, and was pleasantly surprised to be summoned from the waiting room in record time, before even getting the chance to pick up a magazine. The nurse weighed me, measured me, and announced my BP a relatively normal 125/81.

When the nurse was done, a smiling Dr. S strolled in and shook my hand. He asked lots of questions, told a few jokes, and thumped and poked and prodded - yes, he said 'turn your head and cough' - but in the end he pronounced me healthy enough to send back home under my own steam, instead of in an amubulance or a hearse. So, even though I am eventually most definitely still destined for an appointment with the embalmer one fine day, Dr. S apparently believes I'm healty enough to be able to put off that routine exploratory colonoscopy for yet one another year.

And I'm grateful for small blessings.

Indeed.